Callous, Callus, and Me

I firmly believe that people are put into my life for very specific reasons. Some of them are here to help me heal my wounds, others to remind me of them. I know who the re-mind-‘ers are because they rankle like a big, fat sliver under my skin, and they just won’t go away until I deal with the damned wound they keep poking. It so happens that I also believe that our greatest calling is the thing that we struggle with the most. My biggest struggle is with my …

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How to Live and Die

I visited friends in the hospital yesterday. He had severe angina a few days prior and had a few stents put in his heart as a result. They were expecting him to be released later in the day. As I visited, I noticed that he was tired, yet his cantankerous humor was on full display. She was fully supportive and present, her love for him very evident. We enjoyed each others’ company for a time. I excused myself when the nurses came to tend to him. She offered to accompany …

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